Abril approached the soldier who seemed the most critical. He had an ugly wound on his arm, almost severed, Lionel said.
"We must amputate the arm. There is no mage or doctor who can heal such a wound."
"Bring me bandages, maybe it's not too late to save his arm."
"Amara, you are not a god, we are mages, there are things we cannot do, no matter how much we wish to."
"I know, but let me try."
Lionel scratched his head and said to her, "Alright. Anyway, his condition is critical. If he survives it, that will be a miracle."
Lionel went to fetch bandages.
"Here you go."
"Help me set his arm."
"That will hurt him."
"I know, but it's necessary."
Lionel set his arm, and the soldier let out a heart-wrenching scream; the pain was so great that he fainted. Abril used the bandages to keep
